a world figuring out who I am

Seconds, minutes, hours have passed even days have passed

The awkwardness of yesterday, the silence of being one’s self.

I have faced the easy part,

I have shot my words and reasons and

I feel torn,

I need a way out. 

I need simplicity,

I need no temptation

I need peace and answers

I need you…

Oh, dearest Death

From the mind of Cogliostro